The Sand King controlled his body, and the sand, like children seeing their parents, spun finely in his palm. The sand became lively as if it had a will of its own. The sand in his palm became incredibly violent, forming starlight that filled the sky above their heads. The Sand King and the Evil General had a starry sky composed of sand above them, a sky of yellow light points, from which a terrifying power could be felt.
The Sand King slowly extended his arm, clenching his fists. The starry sky that had been suspended above their heads attacked the Evil Yuan Yi. The starry sky was small but immense, and each tiny grain of sand possessed infinite possibilities and immeasurable power. In the Evil General's eyes, the scattered lights rained down, and he dared not underestimate this move, truly feeling a threat from it.
The Evil Spirit Claws appeared in my hand, a short dagger. The dagger had a black hilt and a black-gray blade. The blade was less than three feet long. If one were to compare the total length of the dagger, it would not even be as long as a chopstick. It was a very short and small dagger, yet it was swung with such power in the claws. It was hard to imagine how such a small weapon could generate so much force in one's hand.
The Evil Spirit Claws and the dagger's hilt connected. This scene was observed, and the Sand King understood the principle. This method indeed maximized the weapon's effect. This enemy before him was serious. Yes, he was serious. The man before him had completely changed. Evil Yuan Yi dared not underestimate him; his expression was grave, and he attacked with full force.
Two figures rushed directly at each other, creating shockwaves. Three figures collided in succession, with several brilliant lights appearing and intersecting. Sheng Qing and the mysterious youth fought against Xie Shang. The battlefield was divided into two areas. Sheng Qing confronted the two main bodies, while the youth fought one. The youth's cultivation realm was the same as theirs, but that did not mean their strength was equal. Dealing with one was the limit.
Sheng Qing had no trouble dealing with two entities, which was a guarantee. Fighting one against two was at least better than one against three. In a one-on-two situation, he could still attack, which was better than passively defending. Claws extended from both sides, aiming at different places. The left was for the neck, and the right was for the thigh. He raised his left leg and thrust out his right fist. The moment he lifted his left leg, he kicked the left claw, and strength clashed against strength. Bang!
The figure retreated a step. As for the right side, he grabbed it with his hand and then swung it, throwing the figure out. The figure landed and attacked the one flying away. To resolve the current crisis, he had to kill one. Dealing with two was a bit strenuous, and it would always be troublesome. The figure instantly moved to the side and threw a punch. Two types of martial energy were condensed on his fist. This punch used a full seventy percent of his power.
Xie Shang's eyes widened. Because as one entity was thrown away, the other Xie Shang had already attacked. He never expected him to use a mutual destruction strategy. He was a complete lunatic. Leaving his back exposed like this, wasn't it an opportunity?
The scene turned into Xie Shang ambushing Sheng Qing from behind. Sheng Qing's fist was bound to obliterate Xie Shang. At the same time, the attacks landed. Blood spurted out, almost simultaneously with two sounds. The figure flashed and moved to the side. This mutual destruction strategy was indeed quite painful.
He was almost critically injured, but fortunately, his defense was astonishing, and he was not pierced through. As for the other party, he was not much better. A dent was imprinted on his chest, which was the mark of a fist. This punch had the power to break all life.
Xie Shang clapped his hands and praised, "Not bad, you can actually manage to eliminate one of my clones. I acknowledge your strength. I will not hold back from now on."
As soon as he finished speaking, two more entities reappeared beside him. His eyes widened, and he showed a surprised expression. He arrogantly said, "I don't think I told you that this is my ability. As long as my main body still exists, I can create other clones indefinitely."
"Hiss!"
"Coach, he's cheating. I don't want to play anymore."
He suddenly thought of this sentence. This was like cheating. Who knew which one was the main body, and the clones were identical to the main body. This meant one thing: if all existing entities were not eliminated together, he would keep creating clones. Judging from his words, it seemed there was no limit.
"Why didn't Chen Tian tell us this information?"
He roared internally. This could not be blamed on Chen Tian. At that time, he had intended to quickly go to the other two worlds to help deal with the Nine Evil Spirits. He had expected to arrive in the cultivation world within a few days after the battles there ended. Who knew he would be pulled away by the universe's will? And he only wanted them to stall Xie Shang, not to fight him to the death.
This ability would not be used until a critical moment. He knew the personalities and thoughts of each of the Nine Evil Spirits like the back of his hand. He could only say that their actions had exceeded Chen Tian's calculations.
In his normal calculations, this cloning ability would not be used. The strategy of running away if you can't win and stalling for time until he arrived was a guaranteed feasible strategy. Who knew that you would become so inflated that you would try to confront the opponent head-on? This was truly an unexpected outcome.
Now, it had become three figures attacking. What was the difference from before? As for the youth, it was at best a fifty-fifty situation, and he would have to struggle for a while to resolve it. It was impossible for him to come and help.
One against three, one against one, the situation had fallen into a disadvantage. The youth confronted the clone and the main body. His palm was wrapped in a continuous force, a gentle power. All attacks from the Evil Spirit Claws were dissolved in front of his palm.
This power was very gentle and soft. It was the first time he had seen it. This youth did not know why he had such deep hatred for the Evil Spirit race. Could it be that some other Evil Spirit tribe members had done something to provoke him?
Regardless, he attacked fiercely. For a time, in the sky, his eyes sounded continuously, and this sound reverberated through the heavens. Dong, dong, dong. Pure physical collisions. This shocked the clone and the main body even more. They knew that the clone and the main body possessed exactly the same strength as the main body's entire power.
This guy was not at a disadvantage when clashing with him. Even a pure physical cultivator could not achieve this level. Killing intent arose. Such a genius prodigy could not be left alive. The Evil Spirit Claws were sharp and long, and as they swung, black waves swept out. The youth's arm was covered with armor, and his arms collided with each other, blocking the attack.
By the time he reacted, two hands and two claws looked like they were flailing wildly. It was too intense.
The two battlefields were getting closer. From both sides of space, they each took a step back. Both sides were fighting with their strongest abilities. The Sand King had the upper hand. He did not quite believe it. It was impossible for anyone in this world to have more power than him.
He could accept that one person, but not others. After all, that person had cultivated again and had even regained their memories.
"You dare to invade our world with such little strength? You are still too young."
"Young? I am countless years older than you, junior. You are seeking death."
There was no fault with this statement. In terms of age and seniority, the Evil General was the elder and had lived for a longer time. Their levels were different, and their lifespans were different.
As one of the seven tribes, the Evil Spirit race ranked third in terms of survival ability. Above them were the Undead. They were truly immortal. The Evil Spirit race was only long-lived by definition, not immortal.
The Undead were truly immortal. Evil Yuan Yi was fully clad in Evil Spirit armor, and the short dagger in his palm extended. The blades on his claws shrank.
The short dagger became a long saber. The long saber was continuously swung in his hand, forming black light wheels. The light wheels erupted and shot out. The sand shook and formed a shield. The light wheels met the shield and cut through it as easily as cutting vegetables.